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abril 22, 2024

Taylor Swift – Chloe or Sam or Sophia or Marcus

Chloe or Sam or Sophia or Marcus Lyrics

Taylor Swift – Chloe or Sam or Sophia or Marcus Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Your hologram stumbled into my apartment
Hands in the hair of somebody in darkness
Named Chloe or Sam or Sophia or Marcus
And I just watched it happen
As the decade would play us for fools
And you saw my bones out with somebody new
Who seemed like he would’ve bullied you in school
And you just watched it happen

[Chorus]
If you wanna break my cold, cold heart
Just say, “I loved you the way that you were”
If you wanna tear my world apart
Just say you’ve always wondered

[Verse 2]
You said some things that I can’t unabsorb
You turned me into an idea of sorts
You needed me, but you needed drugs more
And I couldn’t watch it happen
I changed into goddesses, villains, and fools
Changed plans and lovers and outfits and rules
All to outrun my desertion of you
And you just watched it

[Chorus]
If you wanna break my cold, cold heart
Just say, “I loved you the way that you were”
If you wanna tear my world apart
Just say you’ve always wondered

[Bridge]
If the glint in my eye traced the depths of your sigh
Down that passage in time back to the moment
I crashed into you, like so many wrecks do
Too impaired by my youth to know what to do

[Verse 3]
So if I sell my apartment
And you have some kids with an internet starlet
Will that make your memory fade from this scarlet maroon?
Like it never happened
Could it be enough to just float in your orbit?
Can we watch our phantoms like watching wild horses?
Cooler in theory, but not if you force it to be
It just didn’t happen

[Chorus]
So if you wanna break my cold, cold heart
Say you loved me
And if you wanna tear my world apart
Say you’ll always wonder

[Outro]
‘Cause I wonder
Will I always
Will I always wonder?

abril 22, 2024

Taylor Swift – The Tortured Poets Department

The Tortured Poets Department Lyrics

[Verse 1]
You left your typewriter at my apartment
Straight from the tortured poets department
I think some things I never say
Like, “Who uses typewriters anyway?”
But you’re in self-sabotage mode
Throwing spikes down on the road
But I’ve seen this episode and still loved the show
Who else decodes you?

[Chorus]
And who’s gonna hold you like me?
And who’s gonna know you, if not me?
I laughed in your face and said
“You’re not Dylan Thomas, I’m not Patti Smith
This ain’t the Chelsea Hotel, we’rе modern idiots”
And who’s gonna hold you like me?

[Post-Chorus]
Nobody
No-fucking-body
Nobody

[Verse 2]
You smokеd, then ate seven bars of chocolate
We declared Charlie Puth should be a bigger artist
I scratch your head, you fall asleep
Like a tattooed golden retriever
But you awaken with dread
Pounding nails in your head
But I’ve read this one where you come undone
I chose this cyclone with you

[Chorus]
And who’s gonna hold you like me?
(Who’s gonna hold you? Who’s gonna hold you?)
And who’s gonna know you like me?
(Who’s gonna know you?)
I laughed in your face and said
“You’re not Dylan Thomas, I’m not Patti Smith
This ain’t the Chelsea Hotel, we’re modern idiots”
And who’s gonna hold you like me?
(Who’s gonna hold you? Who’s gonna hold you?)

[Post-Chorus]
No-fucking-body
(Who’s gonna hold you? Who’s gonna hold you?)
Nobody
(Who’s gonna hold you? Gonna know you? Gonna troll you?)
Nobody

[Bridge]
Sometimes, I wonder if you’re gonna screw this up with me
But you told Lucy you’d kill yourself if I ever leave
And I had said that to Jack about you, so I felt seen
Everyone we know understands why it’s meant to be
‘Cause we’re crazy
So tell me, who else is gonna know me?
At dinner, you take my ring off my middle finger
And put it on the one people put wedding rings on
And that’s the closest I’ve come to my heart exploding

[Chorus]
Who’s gonna hold you? (Who?)
Me
Who’s gonna know you? (Who?)
Me
And you’re not Dylan Thomas, I’m not Patti Smith
This ain’t the Chelsea Hotel, we’re two idiots
Who’s gonna hold you?

[Post-Chorus]
Who’s gonna hold you?
Who’s gonna hold you?
Who’s gonna hold you?
Who’s gonna hold you?
Who’s gonna hold you?
Who’s gonna hold you?
Who’s gonna hold you?
Gonna know you? Gonna troll you?

[Outro]
You left your typewriter at my apartment
Straight from the tortured poets department
Who else decodes you?

abril 22, 2024

Brit Smith – Karma’s A Bitch

Karma’s A Bitch Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I was a bad girl, I did some bad things
I swear I did it all for fun, and it meant nothing
It never happened, it was a secret
Like when a tree falls in the forest, no one hears it
Another late night, another crazy mood
And I didn’t think twice what it would do to you
I was a wild child, you always knew it
It was a matter of time before I blew it

[Pre-Chorus]
Thou shalt not lie, thou shalt not cheat
Thou shalt not get caught, or you’ll end up just like me, oh

[Chorus]
Karma’s a bitch, I should’ve known better
If I had a wish, I would’ve never messed around
When I saw the pics of you with her, I felt the knife twist
Karma’s a bitch, and she’s with you right now

[Post-Chorus]
(Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh) Karma’s a bitch
(Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh) K-k-karma’s a bitch
Better be good, ‘cause what goes around comes around
Karma’s a bitch, and she’s with you right now

[Verse 2]
She is a good girl, I think she’s boring
Believe me, twenty minutes later, you’ll be snoring
But it still kills me that you hooked up with her
And now the universe has given me what I deserve, oh

[Pre-Chorus]
Thou shalt not lie, thou shalt not cheat
I’ll write it down a thousand times and hope it sets me free, oh

[Post-Chorus]
(Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh) Karma’s a bitch
(Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh) K-k-karma’s a bitch
Better be good, ‘cause what goes around comes around
Karma’s a bitch, and God I’m payin’ for it now

[Bridge]
And when I lay me down to sleep, it’s not your body next to me
This lonely room feels so empty, just me and my regrets
And cold blue eyes look back at me, the mirror has no sympathy
My guilts become my symphony that won’t let me forget, oh

[Chorus]
Karma’s a bitch, I-I should’ve known better
If I-I had a wish, I-I would’ve never m-messed around-round-round
When I saw the pics of you with her, I felt the knife twist
Karma’s a bitch, and she’s with you right now

[Chorus]
Karma’s a bitch (Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
I should’ve known better (Karma’s a bitch)
If I had a wish, I would’ve never messed around
When I saw the pics of you with her, I felt the knife twist
Karma’s a bitch, and she’s with you right now

abril 22, 2024

Baby Kia – NYC WITH FELONS

NYC WITH FELONS Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, I was just listenin’ to it, on everything
Run, I bet he—, run, you get
Niggas know that we step right on they play
Huh, bro said he get play (Damn, 1gbaby)
Grab that fuckin’—, grab that knife—, aha, boom, flaow
Boom-boom-boom-flaow

[Chorus]
Yeah, paid bro to chase ‘em, better not run
Huh, told him, “We don’t bullshit, Kia Soul snatch up your son”
BK say, “I’m in Times Square with that stick”
Day1 hangin’ off the moped, fifty rounds plus twenty sticks

[Verse 1]
Creep up, all he heard was, “Come here”
Matte black SS Chevy’s down for soul snatcher
I make niggas get low with that stick, fuck with them four crackers
Fucked up with that Drac’, five to the chest, I make him walk backwards
Who that is inside that white truck?
Fuck that shit, lil’ bruh, just blow
Cold as hell outside, my clip pack heated inside my coat

[Verse 2]
Forgiato holdin’ up the V12, this a big body
Micro stick inside this Chevy box, I feel like Ricch Roddy
Yeah, caught him down bad chillin’ in the ‘partments, lil’ bruh, time to swing
Told him, “Choose a gun, you pick the wrong one, you get shot, bitch”
New York smokin’ Hot, bitch
Told him he can’t stop shit
Homi’ truck, play with a stick, slide Aspen blastin’ hot shit

abril 22, 2024

Meek Mill – Came from the Bottom

/ “Meek Mill – Came from the Bottom” Letras:

Came from the Bottom Lyrics

[Intro]
(We got Xander)
I’m back on that DreamChaser shit, man, fuck it
Loyalty brings forth royalty
(Yo, Nick Papz, make it slap, brrt)
Forever
Uh

[Verse 1]
Lamborghini through the hood just to motivate the trenches
Riding ‘round like it’s all good even though I know these niggas vicious
All this cash, they say I changed, if niggas broke, I get suspicious
That’s my dog from back in the day, but I’m gon’ go with my extension
I bring my F&N to any city, I ain’t checkin’ in
Shit, they ain’t hear me, I said, “Let me in”
Was at the door while it rain and it pour
Now we jumpin’ out them things in Dior
Brand new Rolls-Royce, the umbrella, shit, it came in the door
They nevеr thought that we’d take it this far
She a baddiе, tip-toein’ all on the marble, it ain’t a stain on the floor
They never thought that we’d make it this far

[Chorus]
‘Cause I was down bad, now it’s mansion with the palm trees
Choppers to the jet, just me and Rubin, shit beyond me
I ain’t even pray to live this way, this shit came, found me (It did)
Quarter million on my lefty, perfect timing
‘Cause what’s a problem to a schedule that keep changing? (Mm-hmm)
‘Member I was down bad, ain’t nobody do no favors
I’m like, “Where was y’all at when I was grindin’, stomach caved in?”
Guess it all was worth it (It was)

[Bridge]
Circle got smaller ever since I got boxed in
Realest nigga breathin’ and you know I’m goin’ top ten
I remember stressin’ over hoes, but now it’s options
Made it through it all, so this ain’t no sad song shit, no way
No, this ain’t no sad song shit, no way
No, this ain’t no sad song shit
Mama, dry your tears, take this crib, now that’s some boss shit, okay, woah
Only big dog shit (Big dog)
Big dog, only big dog shit (Big dog)
Big boss, only big boss shit (Big boss)
Big boss, only big dog shit (Yeah, yeah)
It’s litty

[Verse 2]
Casamigos, me and two freak hoes, I hit ‘em both like free throws (Yeah)
Bad lil’ bitch ride dick with the lights on, shit be boostin’ my ego (Yeah, yeah)
I come through, no shirt with the pipe on, shit like a rich nigga cheat code
You come through tryna stunt with your ice on, y’all bitch niggas get Deebo’d, mm-hmm
New Dior, hit the store
Buy it all, then we hittin’ Allure
Make it rain, don’t slip on the floor
Stack paper, get more
I can pop my shit on the fourth
Clearport like we all aboard
Touchdown like we’re on a tour
Let’s get it, mm-hmm
Shorty a stripper, you see her, wanna tip her, that pussy get wetter ‘cause she a real dripper
Fuckin’ her better, she tellin’ her friends, we fuckin’ together ‘cause she a real nigga
I’m in the trenches, I jump out the Benz, these niggas can’t touch us ‘cause I’m with the killers
Real steppers, I only really wanna fuck with the hitters
I only really wanna fuck with the gang, just me and the gang, like twenty-four bitches
We in the spot like twenty-four deep, just one snub nose, like twenty-four switches
I know these niggas be talking ‘bout me ‘cause niggas be jealous, it’s none of my business
All in they feelings and runnin’ they mouths, actin’ like one of my bitches
No time for fake bitches
Just sip this Ace of Spade with these real bitches
We got switches on them things, call it kill switches
This the hand that God dealt me, they can’t deal with us

[Chorus]
‘Cause I was down bad, now it’s mansion with the palm trees
Choppers to the jet, just me and Rubin, shit beyond me
I ain’t even pray to live this way, this shit came, found me (It did)
Quarter million on my lefty, perfect timing
‘Cause what’s a problem to a schedule that keep changing?
‘Member I was down bad, ain’t nobody do no favors
I’m like, “Where was y’all at when I was grindin’, stomach caved in?”
Guess it all was worth it (It was)

[Outro]
Where was y’all at when I was grindin’, stomach caved in?
Guess it all was worth it (It was)

abril 22, 2024

Future & Metro Boomin – Drink N Dance

[Intro: Future, Chris Brown, Future & Chris Brown]
Three times
Ooh
Oh-oh
Oh-oh, yeah
Overdue (Overdue)
Haha
She’s droppin’ it down to her feet again
She pop it around, start to freakin’ again (Oh)
She’s droppin’ it down to her feet again (Oh-oh)
(Yeah)
She droppin’ it down (Yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: Future, Chris Brown, Future & Chris Brown]
Right after I smash, all she wanna do is fuck again (‘Gain)
After she climax, all she wanna do is fuck again
Right after I smack, all she wanna do is fuck again
After she climax, all she wanna do is fuck again
Geekin’ again, freakin’ again
Geekin’ again, all she wanna do is drink and dance
Geekin’ again, freakin’ again
Geekin’ again, all she wanna do is drink and dance

[Verse 1: Future & Chris Brown]
Overseas bank account, penthouse, marbled floors, mink couch
Boss bitches so promiscuous, wanna call, answers on the first dial
Maybach goin’ back to back, we goin’ back to back (Oh-oh)
We out in Abu Dhabi
Foreign bitches bringin’ in more exotic bitches
I’ma throw a thotty party
Two hundred fifty, no receipt (Baby)
I’ma park the jet on the beach (Oh)
Soakin’ through her panties on the seat
Baby, can I trust you with a secret?

[Pre-Chorus: Future, Future & Chris Brown]
Freakin’ again, tweakin’ again
Sneakin’ again, got you geekin’ again (Pluto)

[Chorus: Future, Chris Brown, Future & Chris Brown]
Right after I smash, all she wanna do is fuck again
After she climax, all she wanna do is fuck again
Right after I smack, all she wanna do is fuck again
After she climax, all she wanna do is fuck again
Geekin’ again (Geekin’), freakin’ again (Freakin’)
Geekin’ again (Geekin’), all she wanna do is drink and dance
Geekin’ again (Geekin’), freakin’ again (Freakin’)
Geekin’ again, all she wanna do is drink and dance (Oh)

[Verse 2: Future & Chris Brown]
She droppin’ down to her feet, yeah, yeah (She droppin’ down)
She poppin’ it ‘round, she ready to get freaky, yeah (Ooh, ooh)
She droppin’ down past her knees, yeah, yeah (Oh, oh, oh)
She pop it around, she ready to get freaky, yeah (Oh-oh, ah)
She goin’ down to her feet, yeah, yeah (Down, down, down, down)

[Pre-Chorus: Future & Chris Brown]
Geekin’ again (Geekin’ again), freakin’ again (Freakin’)
Geekin’ again, she freakin’ again

[Chorus: Future, Chris Brown, Future & Chris Brown]
Right after I smack it, all she wan’ do is fuck again
After she climax, all she wanna do is fuck again
Soon as the jet get off the ground, all she wanna do is fuck again
Right after I took her down, all she wanna do is fuck again (Ooh, woah)
Geekin’ again, all she wanna do is drink and dance (Oh)
Freakin’ again, all she wanna do is drink and dance (Ooh, woah)

[Outro: Future & Chris Brown]
Ooh, woah (Yeah, yeah)
Ooh, woah (She’s droppin’ it down, she’s)
She’s droppin’ it down to her feet again
Geekin’ again, freakin’ again, oh, oh, oh
All she wanna do is drink and dance